Marcine

CRUISING ROUND ALL HER STREETS, GOING TO THE BARS.
SHE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, SHE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE STARS.
ESCAPING FROM THE PRESSURES AND THE PROBLEMS SEEMS SO RIGHT,
BUT DON’T YOU CARE HOW SHE FEELS GOING HOME IN THE MORNING LIGHT.

MAKING UP HER FACE WELL, COVERING THE SCARS,
PAINTING ON THE FALSE GRIN, THEN WATCHING FOR YOUR CARS.
DEPRESSION COMES SO EASY WHEN THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT TO TURN,
THE PRIEST ALWAYS REMINDS HER, IT’S IN HELL SHE’LL BURN.

TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP, SO MANY MEN AROUND.
BUT SHE KNOWS IT’S EASIER THAN LIFE UPON THE DOLE.
TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP, SO MANY MEN AROUND.
TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP· CRIES WITHOUT A SOUND.

CRUISING ROUND ALL HER STREETS, GOING TO THE BARS
SHE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, SHE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE STARS.
ESCAPING FROM THE PRESSURES AND THE PROBLEMS SEEMS SO RIGHT,
BUT DON’T YOU CARE HOW SHE FEELS GOING HOME IN THE MORNING LIGHT?

TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP, SO MANY MEN AROUND.
BUT SHE KNOWS IT’S EASIER THAN LIFE UPON THE DOLE
TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP, SO MANY MEN AROUND.
BUT SHE KNOWS IT’S EASIER THAN LIFE UPON THE DOLE.
TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP, SO MANY MEN AROUND.
TOO MANY TIMES SHE’S SCREWED UP, CRIES WITHOUT A SOUND.